Isabella's POV
I stood outside of what I could only assume to be Dean Morris' two story house. My hands were wrapped up inside the pockets of my grey raincoat and my hood covered the top of my tied up blonde hair from the heavy rain that continued to fall down on me from the dark November sky.
I was extremely nervous to be outside of his house to say the least. Although I knew Dean and had been close friends with him for the majority of my life I suddenly came to the realisation that I barely knew anything about him, his family or his personal life.
He'd given me his address on a whim awhile ago and until now, I'd never bothered to use it. We'd never been over each other's houses, mainly because my parents; aka my dad, would kill him before he even had a chance to step through our front door along with the rest of my crazy and deranged family. But now, I really needed to visit him and I needed to apologise for my actions. I physically couldn't wait until tomorrow morning to tell him how sorry I was. It needed to be today or else I honestly don't think I'd be able to sleep in my own bed peacefully.
I cautiously began to step forward towards the front porch. There were broken fairy lights dangling down from the front door and one of the front windows had a large, visible crack in it which instantly sent my nerves on edge.
The quiet sound of beating music echoed through the thin walls of the house. I timidly pushed my hand out towards the door and with a quick motion, I began to knock. The sound of the blaring music came to an abrupt halt and instantly the sound of heavy footsteps began to retreat towards the front door.
I held my hands behind my back and waited in anticipation for whoever it was to answer the door to me. Within seconds, it burst open and a man, barely in his thirties with a shaven head and a cigarette hanging limply from the side of his mouth and crystal blue eyes just like Dean's stared oddly at me. "Girl Scouts again, huh?"
He had a southern accent which I was not expecting in the slightest. I quickly shook my head and he clicked his tongue, nodding slowly at me. "So who are you then kid? I ain't got time for messin' around. I'm working on something."
I didn't like interacting with strangers at the best of times, so this was a whole new level of awkward for me. But, I had to follow my gut instinct and follow through with my original plan and that was to talk to Dean and apologise to him. "I'm Isabella Lynch." I answered, folding my arms across my chest. "I'm looking for Dean Miles, does he live here?"
He blew some smoke into my face and although I wanted to squirm I didn't move. Instead I continued to face him and glared deeply into his eyes. I wouldn't let anyone scare me off.
"Dean Miles, huh?" He repeated. I nodded my head and he slowly burnt his cigarette out on the side of the doorframe. "I'm his father." He explained, holding his hand out for me to take. I reluctantly did and he smiled, although I could sense something about him that just didn't sit right with me. "Dean!" He yelled out, turning his head around to face their stairs.
Moments later, Dean appeared on the staircase behind his father and furrowed his eyebrows in shock when he saw me. He wasn't wearing his usual preppy clothes or soccer gear. Instead he was dressed in a plain white vest with a pair of shorts that seemed to have various stains on them. "Izzy... I... what are you -"
"Is this your girlfriend sonny boy?" His dad asked, chuckling in amusement to himself.
Dean and I both glanced awkwardly at each other. "No — just friends!" We both quickly explained, sheepishly staring back down at our feet.
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